“I can’t believe he sent me flowers.” A rude noise escaped from somewhere deep in Aidan’s throat. “I just saved your life.… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Silently a flower blooms, In silence if falls away; Yet here now, at this moment, at this place, The world of the… — Lilli Jolgren Day Copy Share Image
“eyes. “I’m sorry for your loss, Emma,” he said stepping forward, offering them to me. “The opened roses are for your parents,… — Cameo Renae Copy Share Image
“I was at once content and stimulated with what I saw: I liked what I had seen, and wished to see more.… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
“From the Garden” Come, my beloved, consider the lilies. We are of little faith. We talk too much. Put your mouthful of… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
Every spring, this country will be reminded of the Lady from Texas. As trees bloom and flowers carpet our nation's capital, Lady… — David Mixner Copy Share Image
The bud disappears when the blossom breaks through, and we might say that the former is refuted by the latter; in the… — Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel Copy Share Image
“The Origin of Violets I know, blue modest violets, Gleaming with dew at morn- I know the place you come from And… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all… — Lydia M. Child Copy Share Image
The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
He has an armload of irises and daisies and tulips and he presents them to me. I didn't know what kind of… — Carrie Jones Copy Share Image
“What're you reading?" "Gertrude Stein." I shook my head. I'd never heard of her. "The poet?" he asked. "You know, 'A rose… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
“Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now… — J.K. Rowling Copy Share Image
Ever since Blessed Alan de la Roche re-established this devotion the voice of the people, which is the voice of God, called… — Louis de Montfort Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue, I told you that I loved you and I thought that you knew, I love you… — Crystal Copy Share Image
“The edges on the rose secateurs were now so keen you could slice a tomato with them. I was reminded of all… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Daffodils, blossom and tulips jostle to the front of the stage in April. I love these early perennials: they may be more… — Monty Don Copy Share Image
“Living things don't all require light in the same degree. Some of us make our own light: a silver leaf like a… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“The Rose has always been the premiere symbol of female sexuality. In primitive goddess cults, the five petals represented the five stations… — Dan Brown Copy Share Image
Whether I'm making a recipe or a piece of jewelry or a white-rose-and-jasmine tea or the perfume, I like to think of… — Padma Lakshmi Copy Share Image
“Mala faced her wall of faded cereus blooms. She was content. Oblivious to the dew that drizzled from the mudra, she rocked… — Shani Mootoo Copy Share Image
“Full sun. Starlings flock, nasturtiums burst into blossom. And me, cracking open a pomegranate I think to myself, “If only the seeds… — Sohrab Sepehri Copy Share Image
“If only the herdsman had not brought him up with the flocks, not reared him, Paris, Alexander, to watch his flock by… — Euripides Copy Share Image
“This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies, And Lads and Girls; Was laughter and ability and sighing, And frocks and curls. This… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“On the warm stone walls, climbing roses were just coming into bloom and great twisted branches of honeysuckle and clematis wrestled each… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share Image
“The park admits the wind, the petals lift and scatter like versions of myself I was on the verge of becoming; and… — Rachel Wetzsteon Copy Share Image
“A Poem for a Trick Roses are red, Violets are blue Dumb ass nigguh I was never in love with U I… — Pamela M Johnson Copy Share Image
You're beautiful, but you're empty...One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you.… — Antoine de Saint-Exupery Copy Share Image
“A lady’s maid handed her a bouquet of white roses—a gift from Prince Severin and Princess Elle of Loire (as flowers were… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“How's our blue rose?" the doctor asked. ... "If you really want to know, I feel sorry for the poor thing," Elinor… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“Every day, at least for a few minutes, go and be with the plants. Look at them and smile, touch them with… — Bhuwan Thapaliya Copy Share Image
“Out in the open field of flowers, I could feel the sun and see how every golden blossom faced the light... I… — Kimberly Sabatini Copy Share Image
Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the rose - easily trimmed off when once plucked.… — Donald Grant Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Roses, wild roses, everywhere! So plentiful were they, they were not only perfumed the air, they seemed to dye it a faint… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“There is a monstrous garden in the sky Nightly they sow it fresh. Nightly it springs, Luridly splendid, towards the moon on… — Margery Lawrence Copy Share Image
There is continual spring, and harvest there Continual, both meeting at one time: For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear, And… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
